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“Kill you? Them is fake gangsters that you got instilling that fear in you. If they was really bout that, they would have killed the nigga on the porch that you were fighting, but that scary ass nigga put the gun in your hand, so that you could do it. Hoe ass niggas hiding behind making bets off your name, and backdoor deals. That’s the kind of niggas you scared of? They bleed just like you do. Handle your business on that field on Saturday. Them niggas already made enough money off your name. You had a bad game last weekend. Show the fuck off next game,” I put my hand out, so that he could slap it up with me.
It took him awhile, but he eventually brought his hand out and did it.
I came back to Miami a changed man. I promised my pop- pop that I would leave that street life alone when he took his last breath. For my little cousin though, I’ll come out of retirement quick. If I had to put those fake thugs down, I would do it.
Rico stayed out here with me for about twenty more minutes, and he eventually stood up, so that he could leave. I walked him back through the house, and to the front door. I hugged him before he left, told him I loved him, and to remember everything we discussed.
From there, I watched him get into his car, and he pulled off. I closed the door behind him, locked it, and shut down the house for the rest of the night. I can’t even lie, the shit he put on me was heavy, and I really hated that he was mixed up in that mess.
I made it upstairs, and Dionne was still in bed, sleeping. The TV was playing, but it was turned down low. I went into the bathroom, so that I could brush my teeth, and rinse my mouth out. I’d already showered for the night.
Once I finished handling my business in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom, got in bed, and the feel of my body getting in bed caused Dionne to jump in her sleep, and she let out a sound as if I scared her. I noticed that she did that shit a couple of nights ago when she stayed the night. The look in her eyes was one of pure panic, but when she saw that it was me, they settled. I pulled her by her arm, so that she could be closer.
“Why every time I get in bed with you when your sleeping, you jump like that? What you scared of?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, her voice still gone.
I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t going to nag her about it. I knew she wasn’t feeling her best, so I wasn’t going to keep questioning her. She lay with her head tucked into the crook of my arm. I was lying on my back, with my other hand behind my head, just thinking about the conversation that I had with Rico.
“I hope you’re not going to break up with me,” she snapped me out of my thoughts. Her saying that shit made me laugh and look down at her.
“Why you said that?” I wanted to know.
“I’m not making it easy right now. I’m not trying to make it hard, but I’m hurting. My heart is broken,” she replied, her voice shaking with every word that she said.
I lifted her head up, pulled the covers off her, and I picked her up, so that I could sit her in my lap. Her long legs went on either side of me, straddling me. Dionne had come with her ‘spend the night’ bag, so she was dressed in one of her silk, two pieced pajamas. Her hair wasn’t tied up or anything, so it was just hanging. You could see the pain in her eyes, but you could also see the beauty.
“And with your broken heart, look where you at. Your sisters tried to get you to go out with them tonight, and you told them no because you wanted to be with your nigga,” my hands were on her hips, as I looked up at her, talking to her. I got her to smile, which was something that I haven’t been able to do in a few days.
“You don’t have to worry about me breaking up with you for this though, baby. That’ll be selfish, and immature on my part. You lost something that you care about, and your handling it how I expect you to. We going to get through this shit together, aight?” squeezing her hips, and she nodded.
Still straddling me, she laid the top half of her body flat against my chest. I took my hands, putting them up under the silk shorts she was wearing, and I massaged her ass. I couldhear her heart beating against me, and it matched the rhythm of mine.
“So, we’re boyfriend, and girlfriend now?” she asked me.
“Hell yeah, baby,” I answered.
“When did we establish that though?” she picked her head up to ask me.
“When you let me get the pussy, you signed the contract with death row right there. We locked in, baby. This your dick,” my eyes were closed as I talked to her because I was fighting sleep.
Dealing with a girl who was mourning a puppy wasn’t easy. I wasn’t getting any sleep around this bitch.
The second her lips touched mine, she was waking me up. Waking that dick up too.
I kissed her with my eyes closed, and hands moving up, and down her ass. I wasn’t going to make the move to fuck because I didn’t know if she was just kissing me because we hadn’t kissed in a few days, or if she was kissing me, with plans of this leading to sex. She’s been on edge like a motha fucka these past few days, snapping on everybody, so I would hate to flip her ass, thinking it was time to fuck, only to get snapped on, if fuckin wasn’t in her list of plans.
When her hand reached down though, and they went inside my shorts, I knew that fuckin was on the agenda, so it was fair game when I held her tighter by her ass, only so I could reached over into the nightstand, grab the box of condoms that were left over, and still kissing her, I took one out, ready to get this show on the road.
Dionne broke the kiss, so that she could remove her shirt. Those pretty titties that I couldn’t seem to get enough of were staring me in my face, as she removed herself from my lap, and she took her shorts, and panties off. Dionne had such a perfect body. Her measurements were perfect. Perky titties, small waist,hips that spread a little bit, and although she didn’t have the biggest ass, it was plump, and I loved that shit.
While she was standing, I pulled my shorts, and briefs to my knees, dick standing straight up, and I got the condom on. My dick was pointed straight in the air, as she got back in bed, mounting me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, as if I was hugging her. Her hands planted down on my chest, and she looked me in my eyes.
“Sit on it, baby,” I instructed her.
She raised her hips a little bit, reached one hand back, so that she could hold onto my dick, and she slowly eased herself down on it, moaning, and whining her entire way down. I bit down hard on my lip, watching the pretty fuck faces she was making, as she lowered herself down on that dick, and slowly started moving her hips up and down, riding me nasty as fuck.
“You look like you want to tell me you love me. You love me baby?” I asked, hugging her tighter, as she was riding, and I started moving my hips up and down, matching her strokes, letting her feel pressure from below.
